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WANDERINGS IN 



First scapc ! wliGii the sky is serene, the air cool, and the sun 



Journey. 



just sunk behind the mountain's top. 



The hayawa tree perfumes the woods around : pairs 

 of scarlet Aras are continually crossing the river. The 

 maam sends forth its plaintive note, the wren chants 

 its evening song. The caprimulgus wheels in busy flight 

 around the canoe, while " Whip -poor- Will " sits on the 

 broken stump near the water's edge, complaining as the 

 shades of night set in. 



Rocks. ^ httle before you pass the last of these rapids, two 



immense rocks appear, nearly on the summit of one of 

 the many hills which form this far-extending range, where 

 it begins to fall off gradually to the south. 



They look like two ancient stately towers of some 

 Gothic potentate, rearing their heads above the sur- 

 rounding trees. What with their situation, and their 

 shape together, they strike the beholder with an idea of 

 antiquated grandeur, which he will never forget. He 

 may travel far and near and see nothing like them. On 

 looking at them through a glass, the summit of the 

 southern one appeared crowned with bushes. The one 

 to the north was quite bare. The Indians have it from 

 their ancestors, that they are the abode of an evil genius, 

 and they pass in the river below, with a reverential awe. 



River In about seven hours from these stupendous sons of 



Apoura- 



poura. the hill, you leave the Essequibo, and enter the river 

 Apoura-poura, which falls into it from the south. The 



